I've come to the conclusion that when it comes to church, once in a while, it's okay to be late because you spent a little too much time cuddling in bed while talking about trains.
And because of waffles. I'm okay walking in a bit late because of waffles.
Because the day will come when we won't be cuddling in bed talking trains anymore, and I won't have hungry little ones coming to the table begging for waffles. Someday I'll be cooking waffles for two, and we will have a lot more leftovers. (Okay, so I suppose there is a silver lining to it.)